Winds Carry Lost Promises by Asa Holt Vale 67 Summary
In Chapter 67 of “Winds Carry Lost Promises,” the atmosphere in a lavish room is charged with anticipation as business elites watch Daron, whose slight smile signals his good mood. This shift in his demeanor prompts admiration towards Marina, who stands bewildered by the sudden attention. Daron’s playful teasing towards her adds to her confusion, making her feel out of place among the influential figures she had come to impress. The laughter and camaraderie surrounding Daron amplify her embarrassment as she struggles to articulate her purpose for being there.
Marina’s initial confidence begins to crumble as Daron’s antics draw more eyes towards her, culminating in a moment where she feels both frustrated and mortified. Daron’s insistence on keeping their conversation private only heightens the scrutiny from the crowd, leaving Marina feeling isolated and exposed. As he walks away, dismissing her resume and leaving her with a gift bag, she grapples with a mix of disbelief and anger, realizing that Daron’s playful demeanor masks a more calculated intent.
Despite her turmoil, Marina resolves not to give up on her goal of joining Zamora Group. She is determined to prove herself, even as the receptionist’s concern highlights her precarious situation. Upon entering a waiting room bustling with other hopeful candidates, Marina feels the weight of competition and anxiety. Her conversation with another candidate reveals the unspoken rules of the room, where attempts to engage with Daron are typically futile.
As the day drags on without any sign of Daron, Marina’s physical hunger mirrors her emotional turmoil. A phone call from her sister, Elnora, reminds her of the stakes involved in her pursuit and reinforces the bond between them. Elnora’s awareness of her situation underscores Daron’s perceptiveness, hinting at the complexities of their intertwined fates. Marina’s determination solidifies as she prepares to navigate the challenges ahead, unwilling to let her sister’s plans fall apart.
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**Winds Carry Lost Promises by Asa Holt Vale**
**Chapter 67**
The air in the lavish room was thick with the whispers of business elites, their eyes subtly darting towards Daron as they gauged his mood. When they caught sight of the slight smile that graced his lips, a collective sigh of relief seemed to ripple through the crowd. It was a signal—a sign that he was in high spirits. Instantly, their gazes shifted toward Marina, now filled with a mix of admiration and a hint of flattery, as if they were eager to curry favor with her.
Marina, standing amidst the gathering, felt the weight of their attention. Confusion flickered across her features as she registered the sudden change in their demeanor.
Daron leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “Ms. Finley, you certainly have the audacity to throw around compliments, but I wouldn’t dare accept them in such a public setting,” he remarked, his tone playful yet laced with an undertone of challenge.
A frown creased Marina’s brow, her bewilderment deepening. She had come here with a purpose, and Daron’s words seemed to throw her off balance.
A chuckle escaped Daron’s lips, and the laughter of those around him echoed in response, creating a ripple of camaraderie. One of the onlookers, noticing Marina’s perplexed expression, seized the opportunity to make a jest. “Ms. Finley, perhaps you should save that for later tonight. I think we’d all love to see you in a more private setting,” he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Marina’s cheeks flushed crimson, her heart racing as she struggled to find the right words. “No, that’s not what I meant!” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
She had arrived here with a reservoir of confidence, ready to make her mark. Yet, the moment she found herself surrounded by these towering figures of industry—faces she had only ever seen on the financial news—her resolve began to waver. The words she had meticulously prepared in her mind now tangled together, slipping through her fingers like sand.
Daron observed her with an amused glint in his eye, clearly enjoying the moment. “So, what exactly did you mean by that?” he prodded, his tone light yet inquisitive.
Marina pressed her lips together, ready to respond, but Daron swiftly interrupted her again. “Whatever it is, let’s save it for a more private conversation, shall we?” he suggested, casting a glance around the room as if to underscore that this was not the ideal venue for their discussion.
In that instant, Marina realized the looks they were receiving from the crowd had shifted to something more complex, a mixture of intrigue and speculation. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as the realization hit her hard.
‘Daron did this on purpose!’ she thought, frustration bubbling up alongside her mortification.
“I’ll take the gift then. I suppose I’ll save it for later tonight,” he declared, a satisfied smile plastered across his face.
Marina was momentarily rendered speechless, her mind racing.
She clenched her jaw, the urge to silence him rising within her.
But Daron, seemingly unfazed, strolled past her with that insufferable grin, leaving her to glare at his retreating figure.
As he moved, his entourage fell into line behind him, a shadowy procession that only added to her sense of isolation.
Curious glances from those who didn’t know Marina turned her way, their expressions a mix of intrigue and judgment.
“Mr. Zamora, I need to speak with you!” she called after him, her voice tinged with urgency.
As she spoke, she fumbled through her bag, retrieving her resume, but Daron didn’t even glance at it. Instead, he pressed the gift bag back into her hands with a cold chuckle, leaving her standing there, stunned.
Marina felt as if she were frozen in time, staring blankly at the gift bag she now held, her mind racing with confusion and disbelief.
‘How could he go from charming to frigid in the blink of an eye?’ she pondered, frustration mingling with embarrassment.
Her confidence had already begun to unravel the moment she entered the room filled with industry giants. Now, with Daron walking away without a second glance at her resume, the last remnants of her self-assurance crumbled to dust.
She had forgotten that this was Vrufield, a city where every inch of real estate was worth its weight in gold, teeming with sharks ready to devour the unwary. It was a far cry from Sicester, which was still finding its footing in the world.
“Miss, are you alright?” the receptionist inquired gently, her voice laced with concern.
Marina realized she had been standing there for far too long, the receptionist’s worried gaze a stark reminder of her predicament.
Taking a deep breath, Marina tried to piece her confidence back together, forcing a brave smile onto her lips. “I’m fine,” she replied, her determination rekindling within her.
She couldn’t simply walk away.
No matter the challenge, she was resolute in her desire to join Zamora Group.
There was no way she would allow her sister’s carefully crafted plan to fall apart.
The receptionist maintained a polite smile, but Marina could sense the unease in her eyes.
It seemed evident that the two of them shared a connection, but without Daron’s words to clarify their relationship, the receptionist was left unsure of how to assist Marina.
Catching the receptionist’s hesitation, Marina offered a reassuring smile. “Is there a waiting room where I could sit until Mr. Zamora is available?”
“Of course,” the receptionist replied, quickly leading her to a nearby room.
As Marina stepped inside, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight before her.
The room was bustling, filled with at least twenty people, each one clutching folders—some here for interviews, others hoping to strike a deal.
The atmosphere buzzed with conversation, a collective hope for the future palpable in the air.
As Marina walked in, a few heads turned her way, but after a fleeting glance, the crowd returned to their discussions, leaving her to navigate her thoughts alone.
She chose a seat in the corner, her mind racing as she plotted her next move, when a voice broke through her reverie.
“First time here?” a young man asked, his tone casual.
Marina nodded politely. “Yes, it is.”
He clicked his tongue, a hint of sympathy in his voice. “You’re in for a long wait. I’ve been here for a week and haven’t even caught a glimpse of Mr. Zamora. That guy by the door has been here for two weeks straight, and he still hasn’t seen him.”
Marina’s brows knit together. “Didn’t Mr. Zamora just leave? How come nobody ever gets to see him?”
The guy’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, you actually managed to talk to Mr. Zamora?”
Marina nodded, feeling a mix of pride and unease. “Mm-hmm.”
“Seriously? How did you not get kicked out?” he asked, his disbelief evident.
As soon as he spoke, the rest of the room turned to look at her, curiosity etched on their faces.
Marina felt a wave of unease wash over her as she was suddenly the center of attention. “Was I supposed to get kicked out?” she asked, genuinely perplexed.
“Isn’t that what usually happens?” someone chimed in, their tone incredulous.
A chorus of nods followed, each person recalling their own failed attempts to speak with Daron.
An unspoken rule seemed to hang in the air of the reception room: “You can come here to look for a job or pitch a partnership, but never, ever try to stop Mr. Zamora. All you can do is wait your turn and hope he calls you.”
Marina offered an awkward smile, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck.
By lunchtime, Daron had still not returned.
Marina had only managed to gulp down a glass of milk before leaving that morning and hadn’t even touched her sandwich. After hours of waiting, her stomach growled in protest.
She glanced around, noting how no one seemed to be moving to leave. Biting her lip, she leaned over to the person next to her and whispered, “Aren’t you guys going to eat?”
He shook his head, a serious expression on his face. “No way. If Mr. Zamora calls while we’re out, we’ll miss our chance. I can’t risk that.”
Marina blinked, taken aback.
‘Wow, these people are really dedicated,’ she thought, her resolve strengthening.
She had started to rise, but the weight of his words made her sit back down, her appetite suddenly vanishing.
Just as she settled into her seat, her phone buzzed to life.
Marina glanced at the screen, her heart skipping a beat—it was her sister.
She quickly answered. “Hello?”
Elnora’s voice was as icy as ever. “I ordered you some takeout. It’s waiting for you at the front desk of Zamora Group. Don’t forget to eat,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.
Marina felt a swell of gratitude, mixed with curiosity. “How did you know I was still at Zamora Group and hadn’t eaten yet?” she asked, genuinely intrigued.
Elnora’s response was swift. “Daron’s no fool.”
With Marina making her way to Zamora Group for a job, it was clear to her sister that Daron would see through their plan.
**Chapter 68**
Conclusion
In the aftermath of the chaotic encounter, Marina stood at the crossroads of uncertainty and determination. The laughter that had once surrounded her now felt like a distant echo, replaced by the weight of scrutiny from the crowd and the sting of Daron’s dismissive retreat. Yet, amid the embarrassment and frustration, a flicker of resolve ignited within her. She recognized that this moment, however disheartening, was not the end of her journey but rather a pivotal point of transformation. The bustling reception room, filled with aspirants like herself, became a canvas for her newfound determination. Marina understood that she could not allow Daron’s antics to overshadow her ambitions; she was here to carve her own path, not to be defined by the whims of others.
As she settled into her seat, the chatter of hopeful candidates enveloped her, and she felt a sense of belonging amidst the uncertainty. With her sister’s unwavering support echoing in her mind, Marina resolved to reclaim her confidence. The weight of her sister’s expectations and her own dreams pressed heavily on her shoulders, but instead of succumbing to the pressure, she embraced it as motivation. The promise of opportunity loomed large, and with each passing moment, she steeled herself for the challenges ahead. No longer would she allow the winds of doubt to carry her away; instead, she would harness them to propel herself forward, determined to make her mark in the world of Zamora Group, no matter the obstacles in her path.
What to Expect in Next Chapter?
In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect Marina to confront the tangled web of emotions and ambitions that have been spun since her arrival at Zamora Group. With Daron’s playful yet infuriating demeanor still fresh in her mind, Marina must navigate the treacherous waters of corporate politics while grappling with her own insecurities. The stakes are higher than ever, and as she steels herself for the challenges ahead, the tension between her aspirations and Daron’s enigmatic influence will reach a boiling point. Will she find the courage to reclaim her confidence and assert herself in this cutthroat environment, or will she succumb to the overwhelming pressure of the elite?
Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the dynamics of power and manipulation that define the world of Vrufield. As Marina waits, the conversations around her will reveal secrets and alliances that could change the course of her journey. New characters may emerge, each with their own agendas, and the room will buzz with speculation about Daron’s intentions. Will Marina be able to forge connections with those who could help her, or will she find herself further isolated in a world that thrives on competition? The anticipation builds as readers wonder how Marina will use the knowledge she gains and whether she can turn the tides in her favor before it’s too late.
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